Into hollow sounds And I?m yours I?m waiting just behind your eyes Weighed down a heavy heart And a mind grown cold with lies On time Just when you
hollow sounds And I'm yours I'm waiting just behind your eyes Weighed down a heavy heart And a mind grown cold with lies On time Just when you get
to sleep It's everything I never turned my back on I never meant to end up this far alone It's arrived We see it's time To be the ones who'll never
t think that I won't use it!" Answer me and take your time, what could be the awful crime he could do at such young an age? If I'm the only witness
' all night [E.D.I Amin] At times, I look through times wit' so much anger Wonderin' why it keeps on pa*sin' bringin' me the danger No singal hard time is a good one At times
people they'll be acting right 'cause both black and white is smokin' crack tonight and only time we chill is when we kill each other it takes skill to be real, time
from the back but Smalls don't get down like that Sick, Thicker than most of these tricks I got my mind on makin money but you stuck on these fake bitches
Like I no longer existed, mysteriously missin Although I'm worldwide, baby I ain't hard to find Why I spend most of my time on California crime Watching
book, that motherfucker never cared for me He's only here to be sure I don't drop a dime to God bout the crimes he's commitin on the poor, and how can
only thought's grip on chrome nines Niggaz get tossed up, war scars, battlefield memories Swore I saw the devil in my empty glass of Hennesey Talkin to a nigga on
til we drop Got no time for the courts, my only thought is open fire Hit the district attorney, but fuck that bitch, cause she's a lie Now it's time to
Bust my gun, make 'em all scatter Bullets to my nuts only made my balls fatter, eat a dick BEYOTCH! Mercy, never that, you say you comin back? Bring it on
She reclines 9 months Then finally its time What do we find? A little growning boy of mine with a tortured soul Addicted to a life of crime had no time
Let me take you back in time, rewind to eighty-nine Introduced me to this life of crime, but we was blind Little nappy-haired juveniles, livin wild No smiles on
a block party, beggin for drama While unleashin on the old timers, that's on my mama I would trade my life for yours, behind closed doors the only girl
